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Annie used to believe in all that happily ever after crap, until the day she found out her Prince Charming husband was a conman with a wandering eye. On the same day she booted him to the curb, an alien fleet double-parked over Earth and life as she knew it ended. To survive she joined a militia unit and used her unique physic powers to fight off the alien invaders. She was so successful she earned the swell nickname of the Grim Reaper. Now she must fight for her own freedom because Saul Jones, a Coletti-hybrid warlord, has decided she’s his and he won’t stop until he possesses her.
General Saul Jones has his hands full. Not only is he a four-star Marine general, he’s also a Coletti warlord. To complicate matters, he’s the Coletti Overlord’s liaison to Earth and one of the patriarchs of “the” Jones clan. Raising his blood pressure even more is his teenage psychic daughter who has found her mate before she’s of legal age. Can you say raging hormones? Not to mention the headaches of dealing with all the interspecies head-butting and Central Command. He has a million and one things needing his attention and at long last he discovers the other half of his soul. Annie Russell aka the Grim Reaper. Instead of running into his arms, Annie’s running as far and fast as she can.
A look at a set of Coletti Daggers
Read an Excerpt:
“We started off on the wrong foot and I want to correct that.” Saul kissed my knuckles.
The touch of his lips sent a shock wave through my body. Hoo boy! He had chemistry in spades.
“How did you plan on doing that?”
“I’m going to show you how a real man treats his woman.”
His woman? I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not your woman.”
“You will be.”
“Wanna bet?” I tried to free my hand.
Saul simply tightened his grip and drew me closer. “One kiss and your panties will be wet.”
“I love a challenge.” His mouth closed over mine in a sensual kiss that stole my breath and addled my senses. My girly parts were jumping up and down in glee. More. More.
Casey cleared her throat. “Ah, Uncle Saul, the Overlord is heading our way.”
Saul lifted his head and for a moment I mourned the loss of his very talented mouth. “We will continue this later.”
“Can’t wait.” I used sarcasm to cover my arousal.
Saul smiled and whispered in my ear, “Your panties are wet, darlin’.”
“I know.” Saul released me and walked over to greet the Overlord.
About the Author:
I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.